Saint Raphael's Sense Of Humor

   
   "Saint Raphael's Sense of Humor"
   
   One of the Divine Seven Who stands before the Throne of Him--GOD HEALS, being the physician of the Almighty, and totally armed with a sense of humor.
   Having Ulcerative Colitis is bad enough.  Generic doctors not knowing that you CAN bleed to death from this, needing a transfusion of less than ichor, as I did, seeing the life fluid evacuated on newspaper, like a dog as OCD instructs, but a gift--a true gift.
   And with healing balm does Saint Raphael cure as mentioned in certain mystical texts; moreover, having psoriasis in your anal cavity, not being able to sit due to pain; plus, A SINCERE ANAL ITCH, which drives you completely crackers, until a benevolent physician arrives, and instead of just simply probing the butt cheeks with a light, but tells you to bend over, and opens the anal cavity, saying:  "This is angry psoriasis dude!"
   Next, a balm prescribed, and what can you do but laugh?  Baby wipes, but moisture; next, fungal possibilities, and what can you do but laugh?  Remicade infusions for years, moving to Humira, not to mention low blood sugar, sleep paralysis, almost dropping over in grocery stores, and sanitizing everything compulsively, urinating in jars as toilets seem nefarious, coated in the pubic hairs of demons--but what can you do but laugh?  
   Just hang in there, protect your dogs, love your Mom, and Jesus' Mom, for even He would say:  "You can mention nasty stuff about Me, but don't you dare talk bad about My Mother."  Saint Gabriel came to Her, not Martin Luther--heck, even Nietzsche knew this in his possible apostasy, or brilliant madness.